12 A Fairy Tail

It's scary how one incident can make you drop everything without a second thought.

My life came to a halt and it was time that it did.

Short breathes felt like forever.

Air never seemed so harsh and the waves wouldn't let up for miles.

I was exhausted and slowly drifting to the beach.

My destination looked bleak as I lifted my body onto the sand.

I was so tired after making it here, that I didn't even try to dry off properly.

I zipped open my bag and pulled out the ziplocked bag that held my dress.

I was prepared this time.

At some point picking clothes, every night became too much of a hassle.

Theft wasn't as easy as it seemed.

I was amazed every time I gazed at the beaches view.

It was beautiful.

It was mysterious, never knowing what lurked under its depth.

It was understood, and I never really realized it until I found myself.

I didn't find any reason as to why I was put into this situation, but I found control.

I forgave the blemishes on my body.

The edginess in my voice.

The way my tail would curve up at the end.

I began to be okay with me.

I turned my view away from the ocean and it felt like a relationship that was breaking.

I walked up the streets of Seoul and it was odd.

Being barefoot through a giant city like Seoul seemed dangerous.

I received many looks on the metro with my bare feet planted on the ground of the train.

Time flew by and it felt like forever since I've seen anyone my age.

I forced open the doors of the hospital and pulled tight on the corners of the hallways as I ran to his room.

I never asked for a number.

I just went and for some reason, I knew where he was.

I stopped for a moment and took a big push of air into my lungs.

The door clicked open and it felt so loud.

I winced my eyes shut.

Peeking past the edge of the door was challenging.

I locked eyes with his bed and my heart jumped with excitement.

I could see the view of the beaches shore from his window.

I wondered if he meant to pick this room.

He was waiting, and I couldn't help but know that he wouldn't end his life over the ocean.

I exhaled.

I was finally home.

I was okay.

A few weeks passed, and it wasn't until I went to take a bath the night after I had gotten back that I realized what changed.

I was normal again.

That annoying but secure normal that every human feels.

I didn't know how.

I'm sure I never will.

Every moment in life holds mystery and some are left hidden to happy and sad endings.

I was okay after everything.

My hair painted the scenery a little whiter and it felt like starlight.

I held complements further than the beauty that covered the ocean that I had swam.

I glanced down at my legs as the wind grazed past them.

My white hair resting on the sides of my vision like a picture frame.

I thought about my future for once.

I rested on the peek of a cliff and no longer had the urge to jump.

I would miss it.

Miss the waves as they drifted by me.

The fish that were so curious.

The moments where I swam so fast that it felt like I was flying.

Stories would be told in my family and myths would be created.

Myths of a girl that gave up and never turned completely monster.

Myths that are only told by the ones that are meant to know them.